The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-06-17

with FAINT srslIe. From the stree
l have seen she light shine on
from you chamber every night for
week"
He paused. To Lily his voice wa
sweetest music. Between thinking
this and wondering what he wou'C
think of ber situation there, she wal
nearly distracted. But Launt WinsloV
went on quietly talking.
II saw you come out tonight anC
come in here. You are cold !" abruptly
for Lily was shivering. In a momen
he had pulled off his fur lined coat ant
wrapped it around her carefully, il
spite of her protests. Indeed she wa!
not so cold in her blue velvet dress q
she was agitated.
II fear you are afraid of me. Den
chlld, why should you be? l love yo1
Lily" be said tenderly.
Then Lily began to cry.
Poor little thing / meant to MAKE
you happy" he said, standing therr
quietly.
But from Lily's sobbing breath h,
certainly could not guess how very hap
py his mere presence made her; and
the reason he evinced no surprise at the
very singular fact of young lady sit.
ting alone in a lonesome coach hOGse,
in her fathers carriage, on a cold No
vember evening, was because he had OBJ
served Lord Luther's goings and COM
ings-and when he saw the little figure
flying out of the house directly after
that gentleman admittance, he guessed
somewhat at the truth, and determined
to strike while the iron was hot. II
Lily would not listen to Lord Luther.
perhaps she would listen to him.
Your father dislikes me Lily, but l
don't know why. A mere matter of a
star or button, think, in my fathers
day. Surely I am not to blame. I am
an honest man. I have something of
wealth and position, and I love you
dearly. Surely you do not dislike me,
Lily"
A little white hand stole out from un-
der the overcoat and was received in
his; and then Launt Winslow went on
more hopefully with his Love making.
And the clock struck eight, and nine,
and ten, while they talked, exchanging
mutual condolences so sweetly that the
meSAents flew, Lily's silvery syllables,
and even musical laugh. at last min
Cling with his own eager and earnest ut
terances.
The time few with them; but not SC
with Peter Boscobel.
He came in directly after Lord Lu.
ther, and found the latter alone.
Then the search for Lily commenced.
All through the rich rooms, at the next
door, over the way. Lily could not be
found in the neighborhood.
Long before, Lord Luther had de-
parted much offended.
As the time passed, Peter Boscobel
grew distracted. Lily's absence spoke
as never her presence had done. He
had been cruel; he had driven his child
away. ,. ...
1t was past lit was nearly mid
night-when he was walking the floor
of the long drawing room like crazy
man. ..
Meanwhile, Launt Winslow had jus
said:
Il suppose that swell has gone, Lily
I should be happy to pace here, like a
sentinal, all night, and watch over your
slumbers, if you wish to sleep on those
cushions under my oyercoat; but am
afraid You will take cold; and you viii
have to face your father some time"
"You win take cold. How selfish ]
ami" said Lily, descending from the
barouche and trying TO restore the gar
men. to him.
But the result was that she only got
clasped TO his breast for one sweet in
slant.
Then he tucked her little hand under
his arm, and marched In to her father.
/ have brought Lilly back. We arc
engaged to be married. And shall
not allow you to scold her too much for
running away from Lord Luther Law
son Langley" he said boldly.
The man of IRON, who had never bent,
was broken.
Don't run away from your father
again, Lily" he said. You may marry
whom you please.
That was five years ago. Ely rides
In that carriage to-day, with her hus-
band and two darling children.
Metternich on Napoleon III.